Partscar- unfinished

I've been marked a million ways, from head to toe, scarred, embraced
With their tools they carved with ease, a hand, a foot, a tongue a cheek
With syllables of every hue, my eardrums took a beating, too
What wasn't clear the fact is, though, my ears contain my heart, as so
The strings they connect to every fiber, from the heart they start, then wander
You wonder how this could be, who would do such a thing to me?
The guilty one is you, my friend, dont bother with a beating then
No one is to be avenged for me
I think this as I wash my face, I see my pores with gentle embrace
I see my eyes, blue and true, maybe not so true to you
they lie and cheat and steal for show
affections come and defects grow
the water washes down the drain...